It Must Not Have Been A Tennis Ball...

...Because my day completely sucked, and it ended with the following:

--me, coming to as close as I can imagine to having what a nervous breakdown feels like.
--hyperventilating while giving the kids a bath.
--three of the towels I just washed and dried fell into the tub, getting soaked.
--apologizing to my kids because I was a not-very-good mom yesterday (I hate to say BAD)
--having some scary swish, swish sounds whirlpooling around in my head, like extra blood in my brain trying to escape.
and finally, [never mind what I was going to admit here], asking Diva to put Tukey to bed, putting my scented eye-pillow over my eyes and letting Ajers fall asleep in my bed.

And then, I sweated all through the night, was hot, then cold, then hot again, and had dreams of snakes--there was an orange one that bit and was venomous, and there was a black one that wasn't a biter. I also dreamed of ex-boyfriends (two nights in a row), strangers, and wheelchairs. I woke to a massive sinus headache on my right side.

Any psychotherapists out there want to take a stab at what my problem is?